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THE DOJO

[i] The Dojo. Located on the diverse planet of Tatakai, the Dojo consists of the largest gathering of fighters the universe has ever seen. Men and women from all different cultures, races and worlds come to train, compete and fight together. Many battles have been raged on its soil, but it remains standing. Here, one can write, fight and talk with other writers who seek to create stories with one another. All you have to do is start typing.[/i] [b][i]The New Dojo(JOIN HERE!)[/i][/b] [spoiler]Join our group! Free of charge! I swear! https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Forum/1677784/0/3/0 USE THIS LINK IF THAT OTHER ONE DOES NOT WORK. https://www.bungie.net/en/Groups/Chat?groupId=1677784 Once you pass your test and have joined the group sign here: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/215168136/0/0 NOTE: You do not have to be tested to join the dojo. Only to PvP. [/spoiler] [b][i]Who we are[/i][/b] [spoiler] The dojo is an ENTRY LEVEL AND ONE OF THE ONLY PUBLIC RP THREADS. RP is A way of interactive creative writing. Where you can go on adventures, have fights and generally have fun. Think of dungeons and dragons, but its horribly imbalanced since there is not an experience system or dice. Its great! The Dojo loves different opinions, ideas and writing no matter if you are new to RP(roleplay) or extremely experienced. If you have an opinion to share about how to make the dojo better, contact one of the Sensei's that run the place (We would prefer this rather then excessive and unintelligent shit talking). Every work of writing is appreciated and accepted (shitposts…maybe not so much). [/spoiler] [b][i]How we work(list of Admins included)[/i][/b] [spoiler] The dojo is run by a group of Sensei’s. These Sensei’s will make up most of the game changing decisions to benefit The Dojo. BUT Everyone's opinion matters a great deal. So the Sensei’s will make poll’s within the group for the members to vote and decide on big issues/ideas. Even then, the sensei’s will inform the group of changes and decisions made. The list of sensei’s are as follows: Inflatablepants/Pants(GONE ON HIATUS) The God-Eater/Cob Royalblade/Royal Fresh Cazberry/Vio nullCth/Cth And the leader of the dojo union: Tubbs [/spoiler] [b][i]OUR GOAL[/i][/b] [spoiler] At the dojo, we want to provide an amazing place for you to improve on your writing in a fun way. We love new faces, and will accept you as soon as you walk up to the door. We also love other RP threads that have really awesome stuff, and we want to invite them all here so we can have a hub world of sorts. Whether this is through an interdimensional portal, space ships or whatever. We want everyone we can to be a part of this and interact with everyone! This way, you can meet people you never would have met before. If you are a leader of an RP group and are interested in this, please contact me so we can discuss further! I like discussing stuff! [/spoiler] [b][i]RULES[/i][/b] [spoiler]https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/212678270/0/0[/spoiler] [b][i]How to PvP[/i][/b] [spoiler] Player VS Player Is what the dojo is known for. Basically, you can fight each others characters with your own, to see who’s the best or to simply make some kick ass action. Please follow all the rules while you fight, so you can make it as badass as possible. In order to PvP you must be tested by a sensei, or a designated tester of the dojo. You can find out who is a tester by seeing "How we Work." Also, When you fight another player make sure that you always react to their move. The best way to do this is like this. >Have a stanza dedicated to your reaction from you opponents last reply. >Have a stanza dedicated to your attack. If you completely block another opponents attack, its courteous to not attack them within the same reply. This way, you’ll never go wrong. [/spoiler] [b][I]World Creation(Getting started at the Dojo starts here)[/i][/b] [spoiler] This is the most important section for you RP experience. This is where you make your characters, their stories, where they could live. Also, this is where you can create a Faction to participate in the thread, as well as having access to writing for the group(The stories you write do not have to relate to the dojo at all) Bio's(RECCOMENDED) https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/212677641/0/0 Backstory for Characters https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1677784/217556475/0/0 Property Creator https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1677784/220228259/0/0 Writers Hub https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1677784/220575696/0/0 Faction Creator https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/1677784/222042811/0/0 [/spoiler] [b][i]The Dojo[/i][/b] [spoiler] Physical Appearance https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/212677894/0/0 NOTE: The dojo only uses Mac Cannons for any kind of defense. If you are lookin to invade with your discount armies, you will be fighting the characters of the thread and possibly their factions. [/spoiler] [b][i]The World of Tatakai[/i][/b] [spoiler] Map of Tatakai: http://i.imgur.com/6xm09eO.jpg Landscapes of Tatakai https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/212678163/0/0 https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/213673051/0/0 Lore  (WORK IN PROGRESS) https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/217554253/0/0 Landmarks of Tatakai https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/217506568/0/0 Cities of Tatakai  https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/217516337/0/0 [/spoiler] [b][i]The Digital Dojo[/i][/b] [spoiler] The Digital dojo was what we had used before this new Dojo. Here is a link to the old thread, as well as the old group. Please read our past works! Digital Dojo Thread:https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/819710/126982640 Digital Dojo Group: https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Detail/819710 [/spoiler] [b]The OP(Inflatablepants) is on hiatus. If you have any questions please refer to the following people:[/b] [spoiler]Cobalt Pheonix: CobaltPHNX Royal: JustAStranger Caz: PoisonousBerry Tubbs:Bler (Tubbs is not actually an admin, but he has been here long enough and is like an ever existing presence. Kinda weird.)[/spoiler]
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  • [u]Repast[/u] It was morning at Alpha's house, and it was fairly quiet. He sat on the porch, drinking a cup of coffee and reading his journal, occasionally writing in it as he spent his morning in peace and quiet. Of course, such is not always the case in the dojo, and anything could happen. ((open, bored and I'm tired so excuse the post shorter than trumps incoming presidency))

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    • [b][i][u]STRENTH OF MIND, STRENGTH OF BODY, STRENGTH OF WILL[/u][/i][/b] The sound of blades clashing can be heard throughout the simulation. Cannon stands in the middle of a clearing, surrounded by multiple assailants, his beskad in his hand. The droids slash at him as he spins away, driving the pommal into one's head, crumbling them to the ground. He turns to face the others only to take a blow to the chest that throws him through a wall. Grunting, the Mandalorian rises to his feet and charges them, succeeding in killing several more before being thrown again. The cycle repeats itself numerous times, the soldier destroying several opponents before taking a crippling blow and resetting the sim. [spoiler]Open to fight or chat.[/spoiler]

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      • [spoiler]For Royal or Orn, because I need to get tested for Christ sake.[/spoiler] [i]The Glade[/i] The bright silver moon hung high in the sky over the seemingly-endless forest that was the Glade. The Glade served as a place to hide for many, and for others, it was a place that people go to only when they wished to seek danger and possible death. Deep in the heart of the Glade, a dragon with gleaming silver scales peered into the gathering darkness around him, his blue eyes glowing in the darkness. It was none other than Nightingale. Nightingale was roused from his slumber at the sound of footsteps nearby, and he was mentally and physically preparing himself for a possible battle with anyone that would attempt to kill or inflict harm upon him. Night's eyes glowed brighter as the footsteps drew nearer and nearer, and he gathered his strength in preparation for what would possibly occur within the next few moments.

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        • [u]Lulibies for the deceased[/u] As the snow stops the air seemed particularly cold for mid-day. Everything seemed particularly calm for the time. People covered up for the weather, scarves on the faces of passerbys, and shops busy as the season continues to come closer to the new year. Without so much as a warning a man runs out into the streets screaming and gasping in absolute horror. He falls over then seemingly becomes picked up by an invisible hand. He suddenly looks around, petrified by an unknown force. [u]where did they go!? What did I do!? What was that!?[/u] The man screams and runs off. Where he fell, a single black sphere sits in contrast with the snow no larger than a marble. [spoiler]Intro to Ash. PS:she's not the man running[/spoiler] [spoiler]oh and open![/spoiler]

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          • Edited by A Stormy Dio: 11/29/2016 12:57:05 AM
            [i](Outside of Dojoville, 2:30 am)[/i] *The memories...they were flashing through her again and again. Some sort of people, dying from some kind of alien. Planets destroying one another; another showing some type of object falling toward it; then, a bright flash, a rundown of people she didn't know, whose faces she didn't recognize. Another bright flash, and she was in some kind of ship. Another pilot's face she didn't recognize; two women and a robot of some kind; then, another flash.* *Some more memories flowed through her, bits and pieces of it. This same ship both escaping some sort of nuclear device and going into a debris field to escape giant eyes. One of the women yelling about how she "betrayed everything they were fighting for." More explosions. A four eyed monster, of sorts. Charging into a giant particle beam while someone was firing a giant laser. Then, she saw herself, shooting some type of tube, leaving an explosion in its wake.* Gasping for air, she feels pain. EVERYWHERE. Multiple scars, bruises, and scratches could be seen, dents and holes in her current armor. She seemed to be in some sort of forest, as she locates her Halifax Heavy Pistol. She crawls to it, already losing strength, grabbing it and holding up against a tree. She looks toward her Omni-tool, as it flickered on and off. "No medi-gel. Damn it." She mutters to herself, her pistol loaded, as she points it in the direction of any sound; even the sound of a shrub pushing, or the birds in air. She couldn't see what was coming; hell, her pistol was the only thing even light up. [spoiler]Open; intro to the FemShep. Whoever gets the references in the second paragraph gets a cookie.[/spoiler]

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            • [b]a man in dirty knight armor with some blue cloth on it rushes in the Dojo with a sword, he turns and quickly slashes another sword that is about to hit him[/b] [b]he then kicks the enemy(like him but with red instead of blue) in the gut and spins 360 degrees, cutting the guy in the neck and killing him[/b] [b]he then drops the sword and pulls out a tomahawk, turning and stabbing another person, who snuck up behind him, in the hand then punching him and stabbing him in the face with it[/b] [b]when that person falls dead he throws that tomahawk and nails a dude right in the chest, killing him[/b] [spoiler]all the enemies look the same[/spoiler] [b]he then takes off the helmet, revealing it's Tubbs[/b] It is I! Knight Tubbs! I've come to save this Dojo from danger! [b]a man hits him in the back of the head with a club, knocking him out[/b] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]

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              • More tea?

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                • Edited by Ver: 11/25/2016 7:44:42 PM
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                  [spoiler][url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/218586764/0/0/1]Here's a link to Luana's bio if anyone wants it.[/url][/spoiler] Luana trekked up the steep mountain trails that dotted Ku Rudo, legs aching from the long pilgrimage she had endured. It was months since she first arrived on the planet, and the pure air pressure of the atmosphere destroyed her ship's generator. She had to trek to the Dojo on foot since, scaling mountaintops and stepping lightly down cliff sides to avoid avalanches. But it was finally here... The Dojo. It's stone walls were harrowed and scratched, worn by great armies and conflicts... yet they stood, only ten feet tall. She had read up on the legends of the haven within the mountains, and it said that every Mage who came through would put a small enchantment on the walls to make a collective powerful defense. She smiled as she continued on to the Dojo's large wooden doors, banded with metal and iron. [spoiler]Open to testing and interaction! :)[/spoiler]

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                  • [b][u]40 000!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!![/u][/b]

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                    • Edited by Meatball: 11/29/2016 10:08:21 AM
                      This is still alive? I'm.. actually surprised. [spoiler]No offense meant. <3[/spoiler]

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                      • [spoiler]#celebrate40,000[/spoiler]

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                        • Edited by Cannon011: 11/28/2016 11:11:19 PM
                          [b][u][i]EXECUTE ORDER FLAPYAP[/i][/u][/b] Flapyap sits down in the street for no reason to contemplate life. [spoiler]Competition, who can kill Flapyap the best????[/spoiler] [spoiler]Closed. Luana won.[u][/u][/spoiler]

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                          • [b][u]PM THE MAIN ACCOUNT(Inflatablepants) FOR YOUR MONTHLY UPDATE RECOMMENDATIONS. NOT MUCH IS PLANNED RIGHT NOW. [/u][/b]

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                          • [b]Genocide[/b] [b]A pack of Mechonus soldiers of unknown origin storm into the dojo. Their captain is a figure cloaked in shadow. While they throw a few bombs at certain houses, they don't seem to be doing much damage to the dojo. Instead, they are charging towards Fortis's flagship, which is now surrounded by multiple other ships.[/b] [spoiler]Open, help the army attack Fortis, help Fortis defend, or just talk with some of the soldiers.[/spoiler]

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                            • Edited by ALIAS-F4LS: 11/26/2016 5:59:14 AM
                              [spoiler]and the moderators put the forum in #Recruitment. Whaaaa...?[/spoiler]

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                              • [b][i]THE CHAMPIONSHIPS!!![/i][/b] Fireworks launched into the sky at the end of each final fight of the tournament. Each victor had been chosen, or had beaten their way up to where they were now. However, they had no idea if they won. Except for JJ, of course. Now, the deity stood in his observatory, and tapped the mic. "OHHHHHH MAN! This is the beginning of the end munchkins! But before we have to get to the champion fights, we have to go through who our champions are!!!! They are..... JJ! Your Soldier champion! JT! Your Ranged Champion! And.....BAL! Your Melee champion! So! THESE THREE will be fighting against eachother! But before I tell you who's first, EACH OF EM IS ABOUT TO GET ROASTED! HAZAA!" *ahem* "JJ. He walked into the tourney, WITHOUT his simulation, fought his way to the top and became the champion of his class! That's probably the most success he's had in his life! Next up...loosing his virginity! JT. What would you get if "Deus Ex" and "young guns" made sweet, sweet love? Whatever the hell JT is! He beat the shit outta wheb, and unlike JJ he cried his way to the top rather then shoot his way! Ha! (Don't kill me please). And to finish, we have Bal! The saviour of Di-Jin! A giant! And of course, General of the Telurian army! Who he let DIE because he was too busy whining about him being weak! Someone hire that guy! Alright now that that's done....we must PIT ALL OF THESE DICKS AGAINST EACHOTHER! Your first champion fight will be.... JJ....VS....BAL! Let's get this fight started shall we?" [spoiler]Will make the fighting post for you guys in a bit.[/spoiler]

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                                • Edited by Ver: 11/28/2016 2:57:21 AM
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                                  The sudden onset of darkness within the hut was startling, yet a force reached out within her, imploring, begging her to open the door. The lights of heaven flooded through the darkness behind the crevices of the exit, and the room drew closer, her hands and legs aching to draw closer. She turned, string into the void of nothingness that stretched around her infinitely, swirling like leaves in the wind. A reluctant step was taken, her combat boot firmly implanting in the ground with shocking power. A crack was made in the glossy translucent ground, shattering like a spider’s web. Another, and another, despite her great effort to stop the slow approach of the exit from the realm. Despite how it appeared, a sinister feeling crept out from underneath it, mist of gray layering the non-existent ground, hands forming in it to grasp her legs and drag her within to the pits of Hell. She stood outside the door, hand creeping toward it, fair complexion mixing with the black knob thinly lined with charcoal and soot. It trembled as every fiber as her being told her not to touch it, not even with a grain of her hand; that whatever lurked within was surely worse than a life relegated to boredom and loneliness in an expanse devoid of anything. Yet, as a single finger was laid on the large and brooding exit - or rather, entrance - it flew open, a gust of wind flinging her over the border of the exit. But rather than a rough fall onto whatever she had perceived to be behind the door, a pit laid, and it stretched far down. Roots and odd foliage peeked from the raw soil, too wet and malleable to be used as a ledge. She desperately tried so, but the ground crumbled in her firm grip as she desperately attempted to dig her hands within it. Her golden locks of flowing, long hair broke out of its braid and flowed up with the rushing wind below, as she lost cognitive function and closed her eyes. Death was imminent, as the soil condensed and hardened, a stony grave rushing up with haste. A tear flew upwards as it was released from the corner of her eye. And yet, nothing happened, there was no impact, no feeling, and she was in a court of marble and stone. Long columns supported a lopsided roof, loosely held together by the pillars, and an audience sat there in watch. They are composed of spirits, incorporeal bodies only outlined by deeply contrasting shadow. Silhouettes who watched silently, without tongue, ear or eye, firmly implanted on cold granite benches. Luana stared at the strange scene, only now understanding that she wasn’t dead, pinching herself slightly to test the pain that would be received. But much worse pain coursed through her body seconds later, bringing her to knees and arms outstretched behind her, paralyzed in that form as shooting pain engulfed her spine. A large shadow, similar to that of the watchers in the large crowd rose from the side of the court, from the infinite void of ebbing darkness and vanquished souls screaming in pain. He was muscular, blue flame rising slightly from his body, candle wicks jutting loosely from skin and surrounded by dried blood. It towered above Luana by hundreds of feet, staring down on her and baring a smile that radiated pure white light. It shined in her eyes, beginning to singe her skin and make her eyes crawl with agonizing fire. It had eyes that burned infernally, red like flowing blood, tortured departed desperately trying to escape from them. And He took her gingerly in His hand, the fingers tightly constricting around her and snapping ribs. Yet she felt numb all over, immune to the effects of the pain; there was even pleasure when He nearly crushed her torso. [i]“A fragile human, malleable and frail. Breakable. Yet, you test the likes of gods, or you will. We are aligned in mutual mortality, our steels slaying each other in the end, and I do not test the power of prophetic force. Even when I am destined to be slain by such as insolent mortal being.” [/i]He said with a low, grumbling voice, granular and tried, like that of a harrowed elderly man. She stared into his eyes, deeply enthralled in them. As His face neared Luana’s, she could see the faces within them. Her mother. Her family. Sariel. She, covered in blood, her steel sword hovering to her face as she muttered and stabbed with disgusting sounds of blades piercing flesh. Yet she could not pull her eyes from His. [i]“You may not know me, but I am among the plethora of ancient gods who safekeep your worlds and weave the very ebb and flow of time itself. They call me The Shade, for my form, only outlined among stark black. I do not usually dabble in affairs with such weak creatures, but you are a tier among your race. A harbinger of power, a clairvoyant who may decide the future of your kin. And for such, I am interested in what you all have to say.” “I grant you my Mark, the eye that forever burns within you, a painful reminder of this moment seperate from time and space. A reminder that I watch over you and toy with your life. It would not be fun to simply kill you, squashed like a bug under my thumb. That is the last measure I will employ. First, I watch you suffer. Now? Shoo.”[/i] The Mark seared with pure energy, a roar of green flame arising from her shoulder, the Shade’s Eye branded on it as the skin before it roasted under intense pressure. The pain of her broken ribs returned, flaring and encasing Luana in pure agony. And with that, The Shade unclasped His hand, allowing Luana to fall once again, plummeting down to the court’s marble floor. And as soon as impact came, nothing was felt. Other than a return to the hut where she sat criss-cross on thatch, legs itching painfully. She rubbed her side, wounds healed, and her shoulder, where her Mark sat. In that moment, she could feel Him staring down upon her, laughing before slinking back into the void.

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                                  • Edited by Pamhakat: 12/2/2016 5:16:34 PM
                                    [b]Dojo gates, inside, gates closed.[/b] Snow hopped down from the gates after waking up from her daily nap. When she landed, rather normally by all means, her right leg wobbled and she collapsed. She grunted in pain as she pulled herself over to a tree. Her leg had been acting up for the last couple of days, presenting her with a new reason to avoid hostile situations. Not that she would wind up in a bad spot, right??? [spoiler]Open to those who agreed to do this.[/spoiler] [spoiler]This is not supposed to be a "nice" post.[/spoiler] [spoiler]May the most reasonable nut-job win! And please, nothing terrible. Or else.[/spoiler] Edit: I am not killing off Snow/Quincy. You may NOT kill. Edit two: How the heck is this in the bio page???

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                                    • Edited by SwarmIntellect: 11/27/2016 4:46:39 PM
                                      [b]mulligan waits in the arena for a challenger[/b] ....If only she were here.......

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                                      • One day two dogs had a cat. One day that cat died. Fin

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                                        • [u][i]Return[/i][/u] On the pathway to the dojo, a man sat, seemingly unable to decide whether to continue or not.... He wore a brown leather jacket, brown hiking boots, blue jeans, and a red T-shirt. To add to his odd look, he looked roughly in his late 30s, but with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes, his face with matching unkempt stubble. As he sat, he ran a hand over the finish of a revolver he held, the outside being covered in various glowing hues from the modifications, within and without. Strapped to his back was a katana, the scabbard a deep cobalt and flames emanated from the entrance as it was High Noon at the time. "Hell......might as well, see what they've been up to while I've been gone..." Getting up, the man focused his attention on the gates not to far ahead, he'd known that the Dojo had gained quite the rep to the inhabitants of the Dojoville.......but they hadn't known what he was, nor he thought, would anyone else. He walked up to the gates, and frowned, noticing that they were open, the first of many changes to him.... But he still ran a hand along the front of one, affectionately "I'm home....." ((open))

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                                          • Edited by FlimsyRoastBeef: 11/27/2016 4:45:39 PM
                                            [b]Garin roamed Dojoville, clad in his best armor- reinforced Gilatium armor plating. The actual armor was hidden under a black trench coat, emblazoned with 1,456 tally marks- his kills. But that was nothing compared to what Irina had done. That was, after all, why he was here.[/b] *knocks on door* [b]A middle aged woman opened the door of the first house he was searching.[/b] [i]What do you want?[/i] Have you seen this woman? [b]He shows the woman a picture of Irina, and got no response.[/b] [i]No. Now get out, you filthy *CENSORED*.[/i] Asshole. [b]The lady slams the door, and Garin walks off into the bustling street.[/b] 1 down... 2,351 left. [spoiler]open for interaction, no fighting[/spoiler]

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                                            • Edited by Tamedfrog: 11/27/2016 9:13:28 PM
                                              [u]Boredom.[/u] [u]12:39 PM, Courtyard B3[/u] [i]With the Tournament finishing off with it's final contestants, things were slowing down. Xavier, who was one of the contestants who did not win the first bracket was seen just simply relaxing, bored. He sat on one of the benches, staring at the sky with a blank face.[/i] [i]Then the rain abruptly settled in. A few dark clouds settled in over the dojo, about to dump a whole lotta water. He noticed this, and stood up.[/i] "Crap." [spoiler]Open, would appreciate it if people replied.[/spoiler]

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                                              • It's been too long

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                                                • [spoiler]NEWS[/spoiler] [spoiler]As it turns out, none of my characters have been tested for PvP.[/spoiler] [b]Garin stood in the main Dojo arena, clad in a leather trench coat, military boots, and black military pants.[/b] Remind me again why I have to do this? [i]So you can stay here, dumbass.[/i] Sure. [spoiler]open for testing[/spoiler]

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                                                  • Edited by Cthulhu Agent: 11/8/2016 9:04:21 PM
                                                    [b][i][u]Cafeteria[/u][/i][/b] [i]Out of the corner of your eye you see movement. When you turn your head there's a 5'5" girl with black hair pulled back into a ponytail, wolf ears, and a long bushy tail wearing ragged clothing. She's stealing your gun/purse/bag/whatever. Upon being caught, her eyes go wide in shock as she trips backwards and falls on her back.[/i] "Ah!" [spoiler]Open![/spoiler]

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